I made the mistake of drinking coffee at 10 tonight. In consequence, I am now unable to go to sleep. I also have no desire to do work. As a result, I am blogging for the first time in roughly three months.
Which, incidentally, means that it's March, which is a scary fact. Time passes way too quickly for my liking. Winter is almost over, which is nice; we've been getting weirdly lousy weather for the past week (lots of almost-snow that becomes rain), but soon it will be consistently warm again. Unfortunately, with the passing of winter comes the work and the constant busyness.
I am currently in the process of internalizing some 300 Greek terms for a class in Bioscientific Terminology; by the end of the class, I will have to know roughly 2000 Greek and Latin terms. This is slightly intimidating. I am also in the process of memorizing the skeletal and muscular structures of a bird. This is slightly less intimidating and more cool, but it does have a small intimidation factor.
In addition to these classes (Bioscientific Terminology and Ornithology) is Physics; the professor is crazy and the topics are not the easiest ever, which makes for a fun time indeed. Still, it's electricity (we covered capacitors and circuits today), which actually is fun. To me.
The last academic commitment eating my life is the microbiology research I'm doing; this has a very significant cool factor and is less intimidating, at least until I realize that it's a 10-15 hour a week job. At least the time spent working justifies the 5 credits I'm getting for it.
Other commitments remain the same; BMR, SGA, work at the bookstore and radio station, Chorale, acting in Mousetrap (an Agatha Christie play), and so on and so forth. I was going to start attending a wood carving workshop that meets once a week, but so far something has come up each week and I haven't been able to go yet.
But enough of me whining about my life (or lack thereof). I have at least been able to enjoy some pleasure reading, which has mostly consisted of John Irving's newest novel, "Last Night in Twisted River." The writing is simple; the plot is slightly ludicrous; nevertheless, I'm enjoying it. There are several other books vying for my attentions, such as Joshua Ferrell and Ian McEwans' newest.
Intramural sports are over for the time being; my last game of broomball left me with a contusion on my shin that's lasted about a week. Soccer starts soon enough, as does softball.
Plans for the summer are proceeding; I have applications in for research positions at several schools, a foot in the door at my old job with NIOSH, and possibly a research slot here at Colby, although I haven't seriously thought about that one yet. I keep looking at jobs here, which all seem really cool, but I don't think I'm quite qualified yet.
Anyway, I seem to be getting tired, so I'll cut this short. Which is good, since it seems to be a rather boring post.
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